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For so many reasons; When the wow creativity Of the young, new baby poets, Bursts all over me, Making me question My egotistical perception, Not a slap, but a belly laugh! At the old fool, who once thought Ever so secondary briefly, momentarily, Unofficially, of his own esteemed self-worth, Only to be reminded, deaf~dumb & blind~sided By the fresh air, the aggravating sight of new insight The delicious!delight  of reading the whole of all night The explorations, the baby hallucinations, the trembling, Insights of the explorers of the old, not re!newed, but, but. Made anew, re~viewed with perspectives boldly unknown, With crazy wisdom to expound, here, you! right here, right now, I leave you and return to delight, taste, new extra languages, that                                                I must                                          learn not to speak                                        but to peak, even to                                      Cry, Laugh even Smile                                    In all my new native tongues Friday, July 18 5:39 AM, 2025 In the sunroom Dictated in one fell swoop, not a moment to lose, dispatched while Still laughing at myself...
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
I like laughing at myself
For so many reasons; When the wow creativity Of the young, new baby poets, Bursts all over me, Making me question My egotistical perception, Not a slap, but a belly laugh! At the old fool, who once thought Ever so secondary briefly, momentarily, Unofficially, of his own esteemed self-worth, Only to be reminded, deaf~dumb & blind~sided By the fresh air, the aggravating sight of new insight The delicious!delight  of reading the whole of all night The explorations, the baby hallucinations, the trembling, Insights of the explorers of the old, not re!newed, but, but. Made anew, re~viewed with perspectives boldly unknown, With crazy wisdom to expound, here, you! right here, right now, I leave you and return to delight, taste, new extra languages, that                                                I must                                          learn not to speak                                        but to peak, even to                                      Cry, Laugh even Smile                                    In all my new native tongues Friday, July 18 5:39 AM, 2025 In the sunroom Dictated in one fell swoop, not a moment to lose, dispatched while Still laughing at myself...
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
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